the Tyrant, we have joined with him as soldiers" He tells me this while he shakes a bit - he's staring at his gun The painful stings of flying things
the Tyrant, we have joined with him as soldiers." He tells me this while he shakes a bit - he's staring at his gun The painful stings of flying things
I've seen (one) of your skirts It's a lot of bad rappers but I'm (one) of the worst You one of them weekend thugs acting like you did dirt Come sunday morning
simply, do the records into three Let my music not really be confused with anybody 'cause there's something like Mister Mohammed Ali in his prime then I float like a butterfly and sting
Summon the winds and swear If ever my God you were Like silver in the morning-fields I'd give my life for you I do not exist I am but two eyes and a
Let me be your screaming Jesus Let me be your pain-filled Christ Let me break your mind in an instance Show you the stinging of life, I saw the lie I
mind and his body's tough The years have been unkind but kind enough The smell of the earth It's his favourite smell But he's somehow compelled to the stinging
be there on the ground If I should fall, fall for you I could feel you like the spider sting Like a memory in my mouth I feel like the morning fell Like
we're in trouble It said, "Go green", what's that mean? Bought a hybrid hummer to save gasoline Went to Live Earth in my private jet Just like Sting
perpetuation Extensions of vicious natural joy Spawn of primordial seeds Redeemed of preys see me coilin' Mortal twisting of doom Crawling rattle deadly sting
I never really heard of cluster flies Never ever saw the stars so bright In the farmhouse things will be alright Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Woke this morning to this stinging
Write me words Write me words that sound Ecris-moi des lignes Qui swiguent comm' du Sting Qui sonnent Comm' du Jackson Write me lines That swing like Sting
So open up your morning light, And say a little prayer for I. you know that if we are to stay alive. Then see the peace in every eye. She had
Come back, you're done black, see Cutty was the stopper But you'll call me the indo when I chop ya with the shopper Sting ya with the stinger, flex
Another beautiful morning under stars and bars And F series pickups and rusted out cars And they're eating breakfast at the strip bar Just to have a peek
midnight sun I scream like a madman in the morning No one heard a thing I had hoped for a more effective warning No one felt the sting Someone's savior
re climb and this time light my cigarette from it My stitchin' division to vision warfares numb Enough to soak suddenly in a bullet bath and skip stones in the morning
line, the dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a find. a spear, a spike, a point, a nail, a drip, a drop, the end of the tale. a truckload of bricks, in the soft morning